"This place... isn't it just an ordinary apartment?"
Gazing at the building constructed of dark stone and oozing a sense of history in front of him, the Second Prince didn't understand what was strange about it.
Similar houses were all over London; there really was nothing special about them.
The only thing that could be considered somewhat unexpected was the laborer moving furniture, who, after consuming Hercules' Club, had the stature of a veritable small giant.
In the past, London had no magic potion like Hercules' Club; magic potions had never been widespread, always kept within the grasp of the Church, until the arrival of Marvin a few months ago broke the deadlock.
But that was not strange at all!
